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Stiffening his tongue, he plunged it into her.

Ever screamed. Her legs lifted and once again wrapped around his
neck, squeezing him tight, holding him in place as Dak buried his face in her
soft cunt. He grabbed hold of her ass, pressing his fingertips into her skin
while his tongue flicked in and out her pussy. Her body heaved, hoarse
expletives left her throat, and he didn’t stop eating her.

Sharp nails scraped his scalp as she tugged on his hair. “Dakota,
please.” Her voice shook. “Fuck me, come inside me.”

Tongue buried deep inside her cunt, Dak groaned. He needed to
fuck her, but he didn’t want to stop tasting and licking her either. Ever tugged
on his hair again, and he pulled away after a final swipe of his tongue.
Staggering to his feet, he fumbled with his belt buckle. His cock was painfully
hard and his fingers refused to cooperate. Ever sat up and edged closer to the
end of the desk, replacing his useless hands with hers.

“Condom, Dakota.” She glanced up at him with wide eyes. Dak could
get drunk staring into them.

He cleared his throat and pulled his wallet from his back pocket.
“Here.”

She smiled and licked her lips. With a tug, she released his
belt, unbuttoned his fly, and tugged his pants off his hips. Dak kicked them
and his shoes away then stifled a girlish scream when Ever circled his
throbbing cock.

“Motherfuck. Ever…” His hips canted forward, thrusting him firmly
into her hold.

Their eyes met and she offered him a shit-eating grin as she
swiped a gloved thumb over his cock head. “You know, Dakota, I like the way you
say my name.” Bringing the thumb to her mouth, she flicked her nimble tongue
out and licked off his pre-cum. She hummed. “And I like the way you taste. Like
salted honey.”

Dak swallowed, struggling to breath, to think. Her touch enflamed
him. Her words disarmed him. And here he thought he was the one in charge. With
a wink, Ever took the condom from his limp fingers and tore it open with her
teeth. When she smoothed the rubber onto his cock, Dak fisted his hands, shut
his eyes, and prayed for even an ounce of his legendary control.

Ever placed a feather light kiss on his neck then laid back on
her elbows, long legs spread, it seemed, over continents. Her gloved fingers
dipped between her legs and two disappeared inside her pussy.

Jeezus fuck. Dak fisted his cock and stroked as the slick sounds
of Ever fucking herself filled the room. “Ever…”

Her back arched, fingers sped up as whimpers left her throat. “I
need you here, Dakota. Filling me. Fucking me.”

“Yes.” Dak grabbed her legs, dragging her toward him.
Automatically they wound around his waist, and he brushed her hands away from
her core. “Ever, let me in.”

She removed her hands with a groan and he plunged inside her
tight cunt. Ever yelped. Dak bit his cheek until blood flooded his mouth. His
eyelids fluttered on a sigh. So good. So tight. So wet.

He moved. Slowly at first, then faster as she urged him on. Dak
opened his eyes and almost came right then. The fingers Ever used to fuck
herself were now in her mouth, and she sucked them, eyes closed. He growled. Her
lashes flew open, revealing eyes dilated and darkened with arousal. She held
his gaze as she sucked her fingers, saliva dripping down her chin. He imagined
those lips wrapped around his cock and his hips sped up.

Dak gripped her hips and pistoned into her. He caught a dark
nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Ever’s head twisted from
side to side. Her cunt contracted around him as moisture flowed.

Dak ground his teeth at the overwhelming need to come. He didn’t
want it to end, didn’t want to move away from the slick heat grabbing him so
tightly. Stilling his movements, he cleared his lust-fogged throat. “Come
here.” He opened his arms and after a moment’s hesitation, she sat up and
wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck, he began
moving again. She went with him, meeting his thrusts and riding him. Dak palmed
her ass and lifted her off the desk, encouraging her to set her own pace.

She did. Tiny mewls left her throat as she buried her face in his
shoulder and rocked her hips. Her hard nipples grazed his chest, sending pricks
of fire shooting through his veins. He threw his head back and groaned. Their
hips sped up as one. His legs threatened to give out. Ever’s cunt tightened
painfully.

“Fuck.”

“Dakota.” His name left her mouth on a breathy sigh. Her nails
burned into his shoulder as she lifted herself off him and slammed down. Stars
burst out behind Dak’s eyelids even though his eyes were open. Ever screamed
and clutched at him, her orgasm setting off his own. Dak held her ass cheeks
tightly, spreading them wide as he tried to still Ever’s frantic hips. She kept
riding him, and he kept thrusting until he emptied all he had into the rubber.

For one split second, he wished they had no barrier between them.
He wished he could flood her pussy with his cum, watch her take it all.

His knees buckled. Dak turned them until he sat on the edge of
the desk and she sat in his lap, still joined. Ever lifted her head off his
chest and flashed him an unsteady smile. “Not bad, Dakota.”

Dak grinned, his cock twitching inside her. He liked his mystery
woman. Teeth marks marred her bottom lip, and he ran a thumb across it. Her
tongue snaked out, licking the pad of his finger and arousing him in an
instant.

His breath hitched. Her eyes flew to his, need and fear burning
bright in their green depths. Dak didn’t know what she was afraid of, but he
knew the source of the trepidation crawling down his spine. He didn’t want this
to be a one-night, one time thing. Ironic really, when he couldn’t remember the
last time he slept with the same woman twice.

Cupping her cheek, he brushed his lips over hers. Ever inhaled
sharply. Her body froze, but she didn’t pull away. Dak traced the outline of
her full lips with his tongue. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulled. Her
lips parted in silent invitation, and he slid his tongue inside.

She sighed into his mouth. Dak flicked his tongue across the roof
of her mouth, until finally tangling with hers. The kiss took on a life of its
own then. Ever pressed closer to him, pussy fluttering. Fresh moisture soaked
his cock and eased on to his thighs. Her hold on his hair turned painful. Dak
squeezed her ass, rocking her onto him as their tongues wrestled.

Something swelled in his chest, clogged his throat. Regret that
he couldn’t be someone who did relationships. Sorrow that this woman would be
the only one, among dozens, who he’d contemplate leaving it behind for.

He broke the kiss and nibbled the corner of her mouth. “Spend the
night with me.”  

Chapter
Two

Ever Marcille blinked up at the last man she should be swapping
bodily fluids with. Did Ian Dakota just ask her to spend the night with him?
And was she seriously contemplating it?

The job she came here to do was done. She’d planted the tiny
listening device on the underside of his huge oak desk—the one he’d fucked her
on—so it was back to Wes. There was no space on her calendar for a second round
of bump and grind with the club owner known for his many varied criminal
activities.

Never mind she was a criminal, too.

“Ever.”

Damn it, she blinked again. Ever parted her lips to tell him no,
but he kissed her. Fucking man and his kisses. He tasted of her pussy and
whiskey. A heady mixture she could get drunk on. She opened wider under his
insistent probe and got swept away by that damn tongue of his. Still lodged
deep inside her, his cock twitched and she tightened around him.

He bucked, her hips swiveled, and someone knocked on the door.
Ever cursed and rejoiced quietly. Saved from compounding her mistake, now to
make a quick exit.

Dak flipped his heavy dark hair over his shoulder and yelled.
“What?”

The voice of the security guard who’d escorted Ever upstairs came
through the door. “That call you’ve been expecting? On line two.”

Dak signed. “Thanks, Jayce.” Regret shadowed his eyes as he held
Ever’s gaze. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

She shrugged. “Do your thing.” With infinite slowness, hoping to
prolong the feeling, she eased off his cock, lifting up until they were
separated. Fucking torture that. His rough fingers fluttered on her hip as she
slid down his body and stood on wobbly feet.

Blowing her sweaty bangs out of her eyes, Ever offered him a
smile. “Point me in the direction of your bathroom and I’m good.”

Dak jerked his chin, indicating a closed door to her left. She
pivoted and he grabbed her arm. “You didn’t answer me earlier.”

Ever met his eyes over her shoulder. Dark and brooding, they
mesmerized her.

“Spend the night with me.”

To keep from shouting
yes
to the rooftops and having Wes
declare her more crazy than normal, Ever pursed her lips. “Where do you live?”
It wasn’t that she didn’t know where Ian Dakota lived. She and Wes made it a
point to know everything about the people they did business with, but some time
needed to be bought.  

He named a very affluent neighborhood, and she nodded, shrugging
off his hand. “Take your call, I’ll think about it.” She snatched her dress
from the floor and hurried to the bathroom.

Inside the huge, luxurious bathroom, she bolted the door and
sagged against it. Stupid. A very stupid move bumping uglies with a potential
client. Her sole mission had been to get the bug planted. That way if
he
needed anything to use against Mr. Dakota, they’d have it at the ready.
He
didn’t get to be a profitable weapons broker without issuing a few threats and
blackmailing a couple people. In fact, she knew first hand how much worse
things could get.

Ian Dakota wanted weapons, and he’d contacted Ever for them, only
he didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know the woman he’d fucked was the only
person standing between him and the mysterious arms dealer named Ghost
.

Splashing water on her face, Ever fixed her hair back into its
original upsweep and stepped into her dress. One last, deep breath then she
opened the door and stepped outside. The dimly lit office was quiet, with Dak
nowhere in sight, but the gorgeous security guy from earlier stood by the
windows.

“He wants you to wait for him.” He didn’t look in her direction.

Ever smiled and eyed the well-muscled man in a black t-shirt and
faded jeans. He had one of the best asses she’d seen on anyone, not that she’d
tell him that. “Jayce, right?”

Jayce nodded and turned to her, dark glasses covering his eyes.
The sharp crew cut gave him a severe appearance, one she suspected he
cultivated.

“Jayce, it’s been a pleasure.” She pulled open the door leading
outside and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Kindly tell your boss I wait for
no one.” Ever closed the door behind her, drowning out his chuckle. Now to face
Wes.

****

Wes was in his office when she let herself into the house they
shared. Ever paused by the front door and slipped off her heels. She crept down
the cold-tiled basement stairs and into her partner and best friend’s domain.
Wes took care of anything computer and electronic related. Ever did the people
part. Most days she was good at it. Today she sucked.

Or rather, Ian Dakota did. Heh.

She found Wes where he always was, sitting in front a bank of
computer monitors, fingers flying over a keyboard, speaking a foreign language
rapidly into headphones askew on his head. Walking up to him, she dropped a
kiss on his mop of sandy blond hair and flopped down in a chair next to him. Quietly
she watched as he finalized terms with an overseas buyer and ended the call.

When he pulled the headphones off his head, she cocked an
eyebrow. “The German?”

He nodded, his way-too-long hair falling into his eyes. “Slimy
fuck didn’t think I knew he was playing me and the Russian dealer off each
other.” Rubbing his temples, he narrowed his blue eyes and squinted up at the
clock on the wall. “Damn, is it that time already?”

Ever sighed and got to her feet. “Did you forget to eat again?”

He flushed. “I was too busy listening to you and Ian Dakota humping.”

Ouch. She grimaced. “Okay. I know how it looks, but I—”

Wes jumped to his feet. “What the fuck were you thinking, E? We
don’t fuck the clients, especially someone
he
specifically ordered us to
spy on.” Disgust was evident in his voice as he turned away from her and headed
back upstairs. But under the disgust, she made out the sharp notes of fear. She
knew all too well how he felt. And coming down off her arousing high, she fully
admitted sleeping with Dakota had been a shitty idea   

“I know that.” Ever hurried after him. “I’m sorry, Wes…would you
please stop?”

He braked in the middle of the kitchen and shoved his fingers
through his hair. His eyes blazed. “You could’ve jeopardized us, put us back on
his
shit list. Not that we’re ever really off. Was it worth it?”

She’d never seen Wes so riled up. And he was right, of course.
Touching his shirtsleeve, she assured him, “It shouldn’t have happened. I’m
sorry. He wanted me to spend the night with him, but I said no. I couldn’t—”

Her friend snorted. “Should I give you a medal then? Reward you
for turning down a second go round?”

Ever’s mouth hung open. “What? No. I’m just telling you I turned
him down.”

Wes stared at her. She broke their gaze, looking over his
shoulder. Those crystal clear eyes always saw way too much. Wes knew her better
than anyone. If he saw what she was feeling—

“You like him,” Wes whispered.

Her gaze flew to his face. Shock widened his eyes. “I enjoyed
myself with him,” she corrected in an even tone. “Like had nothing to do with
it.”